There are about a gazillion different kinds of daylilies. And if I were a better gardener, I'd know the names of them all. Unfortunately, I can't seem to keep track of all those itty bitty scraps of paper that are wrapped around the bare root plants I tend to order by the carton.
They do make me happy, however. They are about the easiest plant in the world to grow, bugs don't eat them, and they seem to tolerate too much water and too little with equivalent resilience. The only thing that troubles them -- and it's a very big thing -- is deer. Daylilies are like crack to deer. Last year we had an incursion just as the daylily blooms were in their most swollen about-to-open state, and the great hooved rats ate every. single. one. So we're vigilant now and patrol our defenses daily, checking for weak spots. So far, Mr. Mulch has kept me from using the concertina and claymore mines, but I swear if they eat the daylilies again this year the gloves come off.
In the meantime, it's peak daylily season, and a perfect workout for the new camera. Here, without further commentary, is a digital bouquet of the wonderful variety now blooming in multiple sites in our garden:
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| In the front garden |
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| On the hill in the back we have several new daylily beds this year |
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| Mixed with Echinacea and Hydrangea on the ramp up to the vegetable garden |
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| Intense yellow on the path to the seating area |
With this kind of beauty to protect, you can see why I'm not terribly fond of four-hooved fur covered pests. And I do make a mean Bambi bourguignon. So they should consider themselves warned.
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